Here Comes the Bride
Doctors Spin lyrics
Doctors Spin lyrics
"The Man Lyrics"
Im Going to Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter Lyrics
I love you. I love you. Is all that I can say. I love you. I love you. The same old worlds I'm saying in the same old way. I love you. I love you. Three words that are divine. And now, my dea
I love you. I love you. Is all that I can say. I love you. I love you. The same old worlds I'm saying in the same old way. I love you. I love you. Three words that are divine. And now, my dea
In an office high above us all
An executive received an important phonecall
He said "Yes, sir, I'll do all that I can."
Said "Goodbye," and hung up with the Man
That's the Man
Pulling all the strings
That's the Man
In charge of everything
And the trumpet sings,
"I'm tired of working for the Ma
I Wonder If (Freaky Friday Soundtrack Version) Lyrics
And I wonder if you ever think about me anymore And I wonder if you ever think about me when your bored And I wonder if you ever think about me when your're hangin' in New York And I wonder if you stil
nAnd I wonder if you ever think about me anymore And I wonder if you ever think about me when your bored And I wonder if you ever think about me when your're hangin' in New York And I wonder if you stil
For the Man
I'm tired of working for the Man"
Get up, get up, get out of bed...
Another hopeless dawn dawns on the hopeful people
The bell strikes nine up in the steeple
People work hard, doing all they can
Putting money in the bank account of the Man
That's the Man
Pulling all the strings
La Carretera Lyrics
Calla, duerme, piensa, queda mucho por andar, la carretera es tensa y llueve sin parar. Curvas, baches, bares, perros muertos sin collar, y la musica que tu, haz traido para
That's the ManCalla, duerme, piensa, queda mucho por andar, la carretera es tensa y llueve sin parar. Curvas, baches, bares, perros muertos sin collar, y la musica que tu, haz traido para
When the alarm clock rings
And the trumpet sings,
Get up, get up, get out of bed...
"I'm tired of working for the Man
For the Man
I'm tired of working for the Man"
Meanwhile back up in the office
They're making charts to graph the profits
They will work their whole life s
Honky Tonk Girls Lyrics
I went honky tonkin' last Saturday night Dancin' and prancin' beneath the neon lights Pocket full of silver and not a care in the world H
panI went honky tonkin' last Saturday night Dancin' and prancin' beneath the neon lights Pocket full of silver and not a care in the world H
To line the pockets of the Man
That's the Man
Pulling all the strings
That's the Man
In charge of everything
And the trumpet sings,
"I'm tired of working for the Man
For the Man
I'm tired of working for the Man"
Get up, get up,
Get up, get up, get out of bed...